It Just Keeps Getting Better, Don't It.

Day was alright.
At first.
It started after lunch.

"Dad, Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad!"
Take some time
From your 'busy' schedule for me.

"What's wrong with my foot?"
Bubbles. Blisters. A couple of them.
"Probably from second degree burns."

Sunburnt feet. Agony for the past
Two days.
Well now I know what's wrong.

So I sit
With a water bottle in a towel
On my feet.

I text mum.
"What can I do?"
No sympathy: "You should have been more careful."

I text my friend.
Ignored that fact.
Resumed normal conversation.

Then, argument with dad.
About my hair.
Again.

For fuck's sake.
When will he realise?
He does not know more about my hair than me.

Doesn't stop him from
Arguing.
That's so him.

In the end
I get my way.
Along with a guilt trip.

Bloody hell.
There's nothing
Particularly sharp.

I drop my clothes on the floor.
I turn on the shower.
I want to cry.

No knife though.
It's about killing me.
Yet I can'y cry.

Eventually in bed.
I hear dad and partner laugh.
Buuuuurn.

They have forgotten all about me.
Probably complained for a while
Then got over it.

And I thought today
Was a turnaround.
Finally getting on together.

Foolish, I know.
As if
That's gonna happen.

Love from, Me.
xx

*Originally written 14th January 2010*